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the cable man so he wouldn't cut us off. But it's worse."
    "What?"
    "Guess."
    "Lana—"
    "She's dating Bill Friar."
    Alex swallowed. "Oh." Lana was the most popular, outgoing woman she knew, and her looks were extraordinary, if offbeat
    —classic bone structure and violet-colored eyes allowed her to pull off spiky bleach-white hair. But Lexington men did not
    stand in line for eccentric-looking women with an I.Q. that put her on the Mensa mailing list. Bill Friar had seemed to be the
    exception—at first. Then the big phony had broken her friend's big heart.
    "Yeah, 'oh,' is right." Lana shoveled in another huge bite. "She has the nerve to rub it in my face."
    Alex felt a pang for her friend. "Are they getting serious?"
    "No, she's dating a dozen other guys. She only went out with him to get back at me."
    "How did she know you and Bill were once an item?"
    Lana stirred the spoon aimlessly, her eyebrows drawn together. "She read my diary."
    Alex sucked on her spoon, her eyes wide. "She didn't."
    "She did and, just watch, I'm going to get her back."
    "Why don't you just find another roommate?"
    "We both signed the lease, so I'm stuck for another eight months, but after that, I'm outta there. Meanwhile," Lana said,
    holding up the ornate spoon, "I'm going to borrow her things for a while. These are her earrings, too."
    Alex leaned forward to get a better look at the copper spheres. "Nice."
    "Aren't they? So what's new with you?" Lana asked, fully vented and ready to listen. "I phoned you this morning for lunch,
    but your secretary said you were out."
    "I was running an errand on the east side."
    "Eww. Why?"
    Alex took another slow bite before answering. "Ever hear of a guy named Jack Stillman?"
    Her friend blinked. "Sure. Hotshot receiver for UK when we were freshmen. Don't you remember?"
    Alex worked her mouth from side to side. "Maybe, maybe not."
    "Great looking, big man on campus, dated the varsity and the junior varsity cheerleading squads."
    "He sounds pretty forgettable."
    Lana laughed. "He had a perfect record his senior year—never once dropped the ball. Of course I'm not surprised you don't
    remember. You practically slept at the store back then to impress Daddy, not that things have changed much in fifteen years."
    Her smile was teasing. "You really need to get out more, Alex."
    "Heath and I go out."
    "That tree? Please . My blow up doll Harry is more exciting."
    Alex had heard Lana's lukewarm opinion on Heath too many times to let the comment bother her. So he wasn't Mr.
    Excitement—she didn't mind. "To each her own."
    Lana put away another glob of empty calories. "I suppose. Why the questions about Jack Stillman?"
    "He owns an ad agency in town and he's pitching to us in the morning."
    "Well, I guess he grew up after all."
    "I wouldn't go that far," Alex said dryly. "This morning I dropped in to check out his operation and had the displeasure of
    meeting the man."
    Lana leaned forward, poised for gossip. "Is he still gorgeous?"
    "I couldn't tell under that heavy layer of male chauvinism."
    Her friend frowned, then her mouth fell open. "He got under your skin, didn't he?"
    Alex squirmed against the suddenly uncomfortable overstuffed goose down cushions. "Not in the way you're implying."
    Lana whooped. "Oh, yeah, under like a syringe."
    She sighed, exasperated. "Lana, believe me, the man is no one I would remotely want to work with."
    "So, who's talking about work?"
    Alex rolled her eyes. "Or anything else. He's a player if I've ever seen one, and the man doesn't exactly scream success, if
    you know what I mean."
    Lana made a sympathetic sound. "Too bad. He used to be hot."
    "I believe he still operates under that delusion."
    "So you don't think he'll get your business?"
    "Not if I can help it."
    "Well, let me know how it goes," Lana said, standing and stretching into a yawn.
    Alex frowned. "You have to go already?"
    "Four-thirty comes mighty early."
    "When are you going to buy that coffee shop?"
    "Maybe when I